Some relationships leave deep marks.

As hard as I try to spin them into pretty lessons learned; some just can’t be spun.

Ask me the lesson I learned when I was 22 years old, had a newborn, post partum depression, a husband who didn’t believe in medication, and I went to my church’s pastor for counseling.

Ask me the lesson I learned when that 45 year old pastor told me to leave my husband and be with him.

Ask me the lesson I learned when I told my husband and the church what was happening and they all blamed me for it.

The lesson wasn’t worth the relationship.

The marks are too deep.

Healing will take a lifetime.

But when you ask me why I don’t trust easily…I’ll tell you about this.

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